Frank Harris: My Life And Loves, vol 5

I thrust slowly and gently as I could, though my brave lover seemed to take little notice of the pain. She seemed a natural for this game and wrapped her legs around my back so as to draw me more deeply inside her moistening canal.

“Don't be afraid to be too rough,” she whispered.

That was the only invitation I needed; I proceeded to explore her innermost recesses with a frenzied determination that had our bellies slapping together and my balls tickling her bottom. I fucked her long and hard, rotating my hips so as to widen her while I continued to plunge in and out of her no-longer-virgin pussy. She seemed to enjoy it most of all when I pulled out of her almost to the tip of the head, then rammed into her as though the moment of ultimate pleasure would be denied me. Of course, in such a tight sheathe, it would not have been denied anyone in a short period of time. I was no exception. I already could feel my shaft and head swelling to the point of bursting from the exquisite stimulation of her contracting pussy walls.

In a few moments we were both bathed in exquisite mutual delight.

“Do you love me?” was her first question. “Am I a good lover?”

“You are a divine mistress and lover,” I said. “You are much more passionate than I had imagined.”

After another bout or two of kissing and caressing Winnie resolved to get back to her room. I went with her till she sent me back with an imperious dismissal.

In my bed I relived every moment, again and again, dwelt on every incident, every word and movement of Winnie's, until suddenly I saw the light in the port and knew it was morning. Then I fell into a deep sleep and awoke about eight and forthwith thought of the bath and the knothole. Alas! Winnie was not there nor was the stewardess for the moment. However, I knew I would see the stewardess some time in the afternoon and I wanted another talk, for she interested me and I had no idea yet how she had acquired her extraordinary knowledge of India.

That afternoon I found that Mrs. Redfern, the stewardess, was not unwilling to talk of her past experiences. She had lived ten years in Bombay as the wife of a noncommissioned officer who later got a post under the government. After her husband died, she did some nursing and so grew to know Indian conditions from the inside. She told me that the life of most of the girl-wives was appalling; three out of every six died in their first pregnancy through the unsanitary conditions and fearful dirt of the midwives. The children of these girls were almost invariably undersized weaklings. She had hardly ever met a wife of some years standing who was not diseased. She assured me, however, that she could easily find a young widow who was perfectly well and would please the most fastidious gentleman. I told her I would take her as my guide and guardian.

Once or twice she came back to her belief that Ethel would be a very attractive mistress. I must make a confession. Since I had enjoyed Winnie and the novelty was worn off, I often found myself desiring Ethel's more opulent beauty. What devil is it in men that makes them desire the untried? I cared for Winnie, esteemed her more than I could ever esteem Ethel, knew that she was incomparably prettier, and yet I commenced to desire Ethel in spite of all reason. I wanted to crush her generous tits with my hands, and sample the pleasures of what would undoubtedly be a comfortable and practiced pussy.

That same evening, the charming and providential Mrs. Redfern caught me in my cabin and proposed that Ethel should come to me that night.

“Not in this cabin,” I said, thinking Winnie might seek my company here.

“I'll put her two doors away, in number 17,” she replied, “and if you wish to visit her, the door will not be locked against you.”

I laughed and thanked her, but asked her to put Ethel off for a night or so, then gave her another gold tip and went my way.

In my cabin late that evening I hesitated. If Winnie had come I'd have been content. Why didn't she? I could not guess, but I began to want more and more the heavier hips, fuller breasts, and more luscious mouth of Ethel.

At eleven Winnie finally came but she was ill. Through the intense excitement, she said, her monthlies had come on long before it was due. I kissed her and consoled her and accompanied her back to her room.

The next night, when I knew Winnie would not come, I went to No. 17, opened the door and turned on the light. Ethel was in bed awaiting me. I locked the door and drew back the covers. Her nightie was in the way; I threw it up and climbed atop

Aren't you going to strip for me first, dear?” she said.

“Of course,” I gasped, overcome by her beauty. My eyes were drawn to the thick mossing between her legs and by the way her tits hung large and pendulous on her chest. My cock was erect as I drew off my trousers and let it spring free. It bobbed before Ethel's delighted eyes and she grabbed it as I pulled my shirt over my head. She began tugging it, reveling in the way it grew and stiffened as she led me to the bed.

When we lay down, I was startled when she turned me over on my back and raised herself up slightly while holding my lance upright with one hand. Acrobatically, she spread her legs, positioning my rampant tool, and then impaled herself on it. My cock was fully buried in her as she let her full weight fall on my belly. It was wonderful the way her pussy grasped my organ and played it. She moved up and down, eyes closed, seemingly aware of nothing as she rode me. I tried to thrust up to meet her, but she controlled the tempo expertly and I finally lay back and let her have her way. When she sensed I was becoming too excited and would soon eject a copious amount of sperm into her, she slowed, allowing the flood to recede only to release it once again with greater fury. At last, overcome by her own sensations, she began to pound her pussy against my cock as fast and as hard as she could. Her nipples thrust outward long and hard; her breasts bounced with each bucking descent on my ramrod. As she began to come, I reached down and nimbly inserted a finger between her buttocks. This additional stimulus sent her over the edge. She began to spasm uncontrollably as her pearly juices began to run down her thighs and onto mine. I pumped a hot injection into her immediately thereafter. She finally fell upon my chest, totally exhausted.

Resting beside this gorgeous nude woman, I contemplated her charms. I found Ethel quite as passionate as Winnie, but in a more selfish way; excited fully, she thought more of her pleasure than of mine while Winnie had always her lover's delight in mind. She was of far commoner origin; she would not talk of her feelings, thinking I would wish to forget all about the act as soon as it was over.

The last night before reaching Bombay, Winnie came to me and we had a long talk and arranged to meet. She could not do without me, she said, and begged me to be nice to her father so that we might meet easily. I swore I would be as pleasant as I could beand next day I saw her and her mother safely to their carriage.

I went to the hotel recommended by Mrs. Redfern who also took up her abode there. The second evening, she brought me a young girl of seventeena widowrather pretty but immature and inexperienced. When we were alone, I nearly tore her clothes from her. Her cunt was small and tight, but she had little response to passion in her; she seemed afraid to complain and didn't enjoy what we were doing.

I fucked her anyway, curious to see if any position that I chose would give her the admittedly minimal pleasure that I felt. I laid her upon her back and penetrated her in that fashion, then threw her legs over my shoulders and drove my cock forcefully into her, but there was no reaction. Because of this disinterest, I was able to maintain my composure for a longer time than usual, and so I continued to experiment. I turned on my back and lowered her onto my joystick as Ethel had done, then finally turned her over and entered her cunt from behind, cushioning my hard strokes on the soft rondures of her buttocks. It was all to no avail. Finally, I was so exasperated that I simply had her suck me until I exploded in her mouth. She didn't draw out the experience; her head bobbed up and down dutifully until she drew my passion from me and swallowed it expressionlessly. I couldn't even be angry about it; I was merely disappointed.